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Arcana Brainrot: Blog Rules, Posting Schedule, Masterlists, Playlist, & Requests/Mini prompts Guidelines

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BLOG RULES:

Please read request guidelines (below the masterlists) and check if requests are open before sending one! If full requests are closed, it's because I'm working through a backlog so I don't get overwhelmed and delete any new ones that come in. It's also really helpful if you differentiate between mini prompts and full headcanon requests so I know how to reply! Comments and feedback are always welcome!

I don't think it needs to be said but hate isn't welcome here. Of any kind.

Please also keep in mind that this blog is PG-13, so whatever comments you make on it will likely be seen by minors. I take their safety seriously, so if there's anything grossly X rated in the comments (I don't see why there should be) I will delete it. If you continue to comment things like that you will be blocked :)

With my older brother rant out of the way, please enjoy the results of me trying to cope with an endless Vesuvian obsession :D

Posting Schedule

Saturdays: mini-hcs Sundays: answering asks (& maybe some rambles?) Mondays: full-hc Tuesdays: answering asks (& maybe some shitposts?) Wednesdays: Vesuvia Weekly Thursdays & Fridays: rest

MASTERLISTS: oldest to newest, I'll do my best to update as I post.

Because of the link limit for posts, you can find the masterlist for all full headcanons below:

The Arcana HCs : Brainrot's Masterlist

The Arcana HCs : Brainrot's Masterlist, Pt 2

And here is the masterlist for all my mini-prompts, answered ask arcana style:

The Arcana Mini-HCs: Brainrot's Masterlist

The Arcana Mini-HCs: Brainrot’s Masterlist, Pt 2

The Arcana Mini-HCs: Brainrot's Masterlist, Pt 3

The Arcana Mini-HCs: Brainrot's Masterlist, Pt 4

All the recipes posted by the originals devs from the Arcana universe, with pictures of my own creation attempts and descriptions of how it went!

The Arcana Food

Worldbuilding/character analysis essays ^.^ (not a comprehensive list atm, unfortunately)

The Arcana Essays: Brainrot's Masterlist

Vesuviella: my first fanfic. don't get your hopes up (updated sporadically)

Summary: Julian decided to write his own version of Cinderella to be performed in the Community Theatre, and then recruited MC to help him cast the rest of the M6 in the leading roles. Chaos ensues. (There is no determined love interest, MC is friends with the M6 and M6 are all thirsty for MC.)

Vesuviella: All Parts

Arcana Brainrot Playlist: a compilation of all character song suggestions in one Spotify playlist, kept up to date!

Arcana Brainrot Playlist (Spotify)

Arcana Brainrot Playlist (YouTube)

REQUEST/MINI PROMPTS GUIDELINES

Please please please differentiate between mini-prompts and full headcanon requests! It will drastically change how I respond to them

I don't write about toxic/abusive relationships or dynamics between MC and the M6 (I get the appeal, I'm not judging, but it's not for me)

All of my work is PG-13. (yes to romantic/sensual themes and references to painful experiences, no to explicit matter or glorified violence/pain/death/toxicity)

I'm willing to do research for topics I'm not familiar with, but there are plenty of things I can't write about just because I haven't lived it and I know an hour of research wouldn't be enough to be accurate (and respecting other people's experiences is important)

I am unfortunately very familiar with what it's like to have trauma/mental illnesses. That said, while I'm very happy to explore how that impacts MC and their relationships, there are some prompts I may take a very long time to do or just not write at all because they would mess me up

For the most part I will complete requests in the order I receive them

There may also be requests I don't complete or put on hold because I can't force inspiration and I don't like doing things poorly

Please bear in mind that I am more likely to find inspiration for a prompt if I know who to contact to ask questions about it. I read everything that comes in, so if you prefer to stay anonymous there's no pressure

FOR MINI PROMPTS: There is 0 guarantee or expectation that specific mini-prompts get written

The only way I'm able to keep them open permanently is by picking whatever I feel like and periodically deleting the rest (I'm sorry, I'm only one person and I do this on top of a full-time job for free) :')

Both my asks and messages are open because I love hearing from new people! If you abuse that you will be blocked :)

All of the above points have reasons for them, and are therefore subject to change. If you have an idea that you'd really like to see and you're not sure about, just message me! I can either tell you why I can't do it or I can make an exception depending on the case

RELEVANT FANDOM HAPPENINGS (I don't do drama on my page, but these are two posts that provide transparency and accountability for some of the things I've been caught up in)

To the Arcana Fandom, From Brainrot

An update on Rai/Kip

A little note about Dorian

[minhosimthings]

ALRIGHT HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT

WHAT IF

✨I make a royal Enhypen series based on French Quotes and it's a different trope for each one✨

[yourmomxx]

M A S T E R L I S T

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Dean Winchester. ⊹°. * ✧ . ✦　. • ✺ ° ★ . ° .    ⋒

tough love - Dean snaps and takes his anger out on you, saying some hurtful words | Dean Winchester x child!reader

those christmas lights - It’s Jack’s first Christmas, you want to get Dean a special present, and Cas makes terrible eggnog | Dean Winchester x child!reader

a pearl - There were many things in life that Dean Winchester learned to regret. Taking the mark of Cain in order to kill Abbadon and save the world had not been one of them. Until everything just gets way too much for him to handle, and you are the one that has to burn in the crossfire | Dean Winchester x fem!reader

christmas is coming (put a penny in the old man’s hat) | Dean Winchester x wife!reader - coming soon

father of mine masterlist | teaser note

Sam Winchester. ⊹.°. * ✧ . ✦　. • ✺ ° ★ . ° .   ⋒

car’s outside (but I don’t wanna go tonight) - sam feels bad because he’s always away on hunts. you reassure him | gn!reader

Castiel. ⊹. °. * ✧ . ✦　. • ✺ ° ★ . ° .     ⋒

… no imagines yet

Incorrect Quotes. ⊹°. * ✧ . ✦　. • ✺ ° ★ . ° .    ⋒

Supernatural, a Summary

A pie a day ….

Rebellious Phase

Everyone always forgets Adam

Dean x his unresolved trauma

Buffalo Chicken Wing

Please Go Home

Alarm

Lack of Impulse Control

My Idiot

Issues

News

Conversation Starter

Just Bro Things

Driving Lessons

Excuses

Pet Names

Gift from God

On the Floor

Not Your Dad

Brotherly Banter

Shitposts. ⊹°. * ✧ . ✦　. • ✺ ° ★ . ° .    ⋒

Pride Month with Destiel

<jack3

“for fun”

Supernatural x Criminal Minds

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Beauty, Terror, and Everything Inbetween

summary: hogwarts fight club mixed with some postwar ptsd and some bloodlust, emphasis on lust

word count: 3k 

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Draco Malfoy’s lip was split open, his nose was dripping blood on his once-pristine tie, and his eyes were gleaming with a bloodlust Harry hadn’t seen in months. And, Harry thought, he had never looked better.

It was technically Ron’s idea to initiate Hogwarts’s first Fight Club. Having five brothers, he was used to disputes being settled with an arm wrestle or even a one-round pindown. So, when Ron and Dean were having a tiff over who got to eat the last blueberry scone at tea time, Ron suggested an arm wrestle. Winner takes the cake, literally. And, in that case, Ron took the cake. It was a simple affair, a one-and-done. 

However, Seamus bet Ron that in any two out of three, his boyfriend would beat Ron’s ass. Ron, like a magical Marty McFly, could not withstand being called chicken and took the bet. The first bet started at one bronze knut. Of course, Hermione took care of the gambling mathematics, though she did so with plenty of disapproving glares at the boys. After Ron won his hard-earned knut, Neville challenged him and won Ron’s knut from there.

Susan Bones, at the Hufflepuff table, challenged Neville, but before Hermione could call the round (and, Hermione was judged to be the only person both smart enough and unbiased enough to be judge) Headmistress McGonagall shut the game down. Something about gambling or physical violence not being encouraged, Harry wasn’t really sure. He was sure that the last time all the houses had collaborated on something was for Dumbledore’s Army/ the war they had all been forced into.

So, when tea ended, Ron suggested everyone head up to the Room of Requirement to finish the Bones v. Longbottom stand-off. Everyone agreed, and when they found the room, there were bleachers and a wrestling ring waiting for them. Though Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors had come up to watch their respective champions, and a few curious Ravenclaws shuffled in, no Slytherins attended the first official match. Some people argued that they shouldn’t be invited at all, but Hermione lectured everyone with something boring about Germany after World War I, and either they understood or were too afraid to argue with her. 

The next day, Malfoy showed up with Zabini. They stood in the back for all the matches, whispering to each other, and bet on nothing. Neither of them spoke to Harry, though Zabini gave him a polite nod on his way out. 

One week, when there were few viewers left besides immediate friends of the fighters and, truthfully, even they had grown bored with the great sport of arm wrestling, someone suggested that they have “real” fights, though no one remembers who that was. Everyone In the room immediately shot down the idea, until Neville punched Ron (albeit, lightly) in the face, and Ron hit him back, and everyone was hooked. More people showed up, more money was bet, and more fun was had. 

Harry was surprised with how fun the fighting was; he hadn’t lost a single match, though many had wanted to challenge the Chosen One. Beyond winning, though, it had been a long time since Harry did something for the fun of it - years, at least.  

After a particularly good fight with Ginny, who didn’t hold punches like some of the others, Harry stepped outside the Room of Requirement for a breather only to see Malfoy leaning against the wall.

They stood quietly next to each other. Harry hadn’t talked to Malfoy since the war. The feud between them had seemingly fizzled out, and Harry didn’t know how to deal with Malfoy the person, rather than Malfoy the archenemy. Once you battle and kill the literal evilest person in the world, petty rivalries don’t seem so important.

“Do you enjoy beating up your friends?” Malfoy says stoically, unmoving from the wall. 

Harry whips his head around to look at Malfoy, who seems nonchalant, but has tightly clenched, slightly shaking fists.

“It’s all in good fun.” Harry replies calmly, not matching Malfoy’s attitude. No one’s forcing him to be up here; Whatever problem he has, he can deal with on his own.

“Didn’t we all go through enough fighting?” Malfoy continues, “Aren’t you tired?” 

Harry looks at Malfoy, really looks at him, for the first time since the war. He had dark circles under his eyes, and had lost weight in a way that made his cheeks look sunken in. 

“Yeah, I am,” Harry replies, “But somehow, this helps. It’s… cathartic, in a way.” Malfoy looked up at Harry, at first in confusion, then in determination. He grabbed Harry by the wrist, and pulled him back into the Room of Requirement. 

“We’re next.” Malfoy announced to the room, which was met with complaints by those occupying the waiting list. 

“We’re next.” Harry confirmed, to which the complainers promptly shut up.

Malfoy dropped Harry’s wrist, and then stood in the middle of the ring, looking somewhat lost. Harry followed him up and removed his outer robe, which Malfoy copied. While Harry was wearing a Gryffindor sweater to combat the winter chill, Malfoy was in his usual posh dress, vest and all. 

“Do you know how to form a fist?” Harry asked, quietly. Malfoy shook his head, eyes faced towards the floor of the ring. 

Harry took Malfoy’s left hand, but Malfoy immediately went stiff and shook his head. 

The dark mark, Harry thought to himself.

Without saying a word, he takes Malfoy’s right hand, and pushes down all his fingers, and cages the front two in with his thumb. Malfoy copies this himself with his left hand, and Harry nods his approval.

“Ready?” Hermione calls, after collecting all the bets for the round. Both boys nod, and the room counts down from three. On one, neither boys move.

“Come on,” Harry says, with a hint of a smile, “You know you want t-”

And Malfoy’s fist comes down on Harry’s cheek, much harder than he expected. Harry looks at him in shock, and Malfoy just shrugs, a new grin on his face. Harry matches the grin, and goes for Malfoy’s solar plexus. They continue trading blows without stopping until their three minutes are up, and Hermione blows her whistle. Both boys are breathing hard, but neither of them have any visible damage. Malfoy looks exhilarated, but after a couple of seconds he runs out of the ring to the trash can that just appeared in the corner of the room, and releases the majority of his stomach contents.

“Looks like Harry wins,” Hermione says lightly, and cheers go up from around the room. 

Harry just makes his way over to Malfoy, who is shaking slightly in the corner, but is otherwise okay. 

“Give me a second, and I’ll shake your hand like a proper good sport.” Malfoy says good-naturedly.

“That’s okay, mate” Harry grins, “You’ll have a chance when I beat you again.” 

Malfoy chuckles, but then retches again into the trash bin. Harry is hesitant, but he slides onto the floor next to Malfoy and rubs his back lightly. He tenses up at first, but then melts into Harry’s touch. They sit like that for the rest of the day’s matches. 

Hermione schedules Harry in to fight Malfoy once a week. Their second fight goes pretty much the same as the first, with Malfoy excavating his guts as soon as the time is up.

“If you want to have a chance at beating me, you have to take care of yourself.” Harry says to Draco, sitting beside him once again.

“I do!” Malfoy says crossly, but this is such an obvious lie that Harry does not feel the need to point it out.

“Tomorrow. 6am, Forbidden Forest. I need a jogging partner.”

Malfoy looks like he wants to protest, but he just shrugs his shoulders. Harry sighs, but doesn’t leave Malfoy’s side. 

Harry gets to the forest at 6, fully expecting Malfoy to no-show, but he’s already there, the tips of his nose and ears already showing pink. 

Malfoy gives Harry a small smile, makes Harry’s stomach do this funny flip-flopping thing that he decidedly ignores. 

They start jogging together down Harry’s usual trail, and they almost fall into silence when Harry starts to recount the story of Aragog to Malfoy. He’s a good listener, asking engaging questions and making the appropriate reactions to Harry’s story. He then tells his own story, of an awful detention served in the forest. The two boys trade stories like this for the entire run, and they almost can’t believe it when it’s time to head back to the school for breakfast. When they get to the Great Hall, Draco makes to go to the Slytherin table when Harry asks, “Stay with me?” 

Draco looks hesitant, but nods in agreement, and Harry gives him a grateful smile. They head to the Gryffindor table, where Hermione looks at Harry approvingly, and Ron is too busy eating to notice anything amiss.

At first, he just sits there, taking in the Gryffindors’ conversations. Harry stares at Draco until he picks up the nearest thing, a blueberry muffin, and puts it on his plate. He continues to watch Draco, who looks Harry in the eyes for every single bite he takes. Once the last of the muffin is gone, Harry awards Draco with a quick side-squeeze of a hug. Draco wasn’t expecting that, but he leans into it.

“Hey, when did Malfoy get here?” Ron asks, mouth half full. 

Harry and Draco look at each other, and break out into laughter - neither of them note it, but it’s the first time they laugh together. 

The sixth fight is the first one that Draco gets through without getting sick. At the end, he looks out of breath and completely soaked with sweat, but he stands tall.

“I’m proud of you,” Harry murmurs in his ear, and Draco blushes deeply as Harry is declared the winner once again. 

Every day, they jog together, they eat meals together, and they learn more about each other than they have in the past seven years.  

Their eighth and last year at Hogwarts is more than two-thirds over, and not everyone handles it well. The Slytherins throw nightly ragers that blend into one another, the parties bleeding over into one another until they’re indistinguishable. After a class ends, there’s always an inevitable straggler who sits in the classroom, staring at the familiar walls and imprinting them to memory. 

Harry and Draco sometimes stay in the Forbidden Forest long past when they’re done jogging, and talk about their plans for the future. 

“You know, I always wanted to be a healer,” Draco reveals one day, leaning against Harry as they sit before their favorite oak tree.

“Healer Malfoy,” Harry tries the title out on his tongue, and Draco smiles, those smiles that have become less of a rarity and more habit. 

Harry doesn’t know what he’ll do after Hogwarts. Of course, Hermione has her twenty year plan, and Ron would follow her anywhere. When it had been time to study for Owls and to pick a career path, Harry was sure he would die in service to the wizarding world, but mostly Dumbledore. Now that Dumbledore was gone, and the war definitively over, Harry wasn’t sure what to do with himself. 

“You could become a Healer, with me!” Draco suggests one day, and Harry laughs at the idea. He never excelled at school, not really, not beyond what was expected, and he wouldn’t want to go into the career knowing he could be nothing more than average.

“You could stay here,” McGonagall suggests to him one day, but Harry knows that isn’t right either. 

As Draco gets stronger, and the boys become more comfortable with one another, their fights become more brutal. They really let loose, their anger and frustration and confusion all coming out and being laid bare.

It’s the day of their last fight of the year, and they are the first to arrive at the Room of Requirement, just as they planned. They sit in the back of the empty bleachers, waiting.

“I guess this is it,” Harry says, somewhat awkwardly. He doesn’t know what to do. He never does, not when it counts.

Draco says nothing, and just sits there with Harry until the crowds appear. He’s been getting dangerously close to beating Harry, so the bets are more varied now, meaning more money for the winner. 

Finally, the crowds arrive. Harry and Draco are the last fight of the day, and they watch the other matches together, still in silence.

“Talk to me, Draco,” Harry says almost pleadingly. 

“I -” Draco swallows thickly. He doesn’t answer any further. He has that defensive sneer back on his face, the one he hasn’t shown since they were kids who had to be brave. 

Harry doesn’t press him any further, but sneaks his hand into Draco’s when he’s sure everyone else is concentrating on the fight. Draco doesn’t hold Harry’s hand, not really, but he doesn’t let him go, either. 

By the last match before theirs, though, Draco is gripping Harry’s hand so hard that it’s turned bone white.

 When it’s their turn to fight, Draco lets go of Harry’s hand quickly, as if shocked that he’s still holding on. Draco walks up to the ring, back stiff, and ignores the cheers and taunts of the crowd. Harry does the same, solely focused on Draco. He’s not alright, Harry can tell that much. If only he knew how to fix it, he would, he would. But Harry’s not sure he can, anymore. 

He’s about to call off the fight when Hermione starts the match and Draco throws a punch that hits him squarely in the cheekbone. And it stings. But Harry doesn’t move, just looks at Draco, worrying. 

“Fight me, Potter,” Draco says, through gritted teeth, “It’s a fight. Hit me, for Salazar’s Sake!” By the end, Draco was shouting through a silent room.

“Why should I?” Harry asks, carefully. If Draco shows any hint of breaking, he’ll walk out, possibly dragging a kicking and screaming Draco behind him.

“I was told this was supposed to be cathartic,” And Draco grins, and it’s wild, and it’s terrifying, and it’s beautiful. “Give me your catharsis, Harry,”

And then the fight, the one they’ve been waiting for all their lives, finally starts. It’s not just fists, but hands and claws and teeth. Draco kicks at Harry’s shin, sending him to his knees. Harry looks up at him like he’s at the altar and Draco is his god, his beautiful god who is striking him down for all the sins he hasn’t committed yet. Harry pulls at Draco’s vest, dragging the boy down to his level, and reverse slams him to the ground. He cradles Draco’s head as they both fall and twists so that Draco is underneath him. Once Draco is pinned to the ground beneath him, Harry is able to land punch after punch before Draco is able to catch his arm and yank him down. Draco bites the muscle between Harry’s shoulder and when he is released, Harry can see the gleam of his own blood on Draco’s teeth. 

The three minute timer rings unnoticed.

All their fears about the future, their bitterness, their repentance, their sorrow, is lost in the fight. Perhaps lost isn’t the right word - it’s shared between them, given as gifts and burdens that both boys are fighting to hold up, alone. Two Atlases, holding up the same world, learning to share the burden. 

Finally, Harry collapses in a corner, Draco kneeling between his thighs and holding Harry’s face between his hands. 

Draco Malfoy’s lip was split open, his nose was dripping blood on his once-pristine tie, and his eyes were gleaming with a bloodlust Harry hadn’t seen in months. And, Harry thought, he had never looked better.

No one is declared a winner. The crowds shuffle out slowly, ushered by Hermione, who checks the boys quickly for concussions before exiting herself. 

“I know what you did,” Draco pants, still holding onto Harry as if scared he’ll run away (which Harry does not possess the strength to do, even if he wanted to. He doesn’t want to, for the record.)

“It was going to be a surprise. Tonight. At my victory party.” Somehow, Harry manages a crooked grin, though it hurts to do so. 

“You bought Malfoy Manor.” Harry had bought the mansion weeks ago, with the winnings from his weekly fights. He told no one, though less so because of the surprise factor and more so that he was scared Draco would reject it. Most people don’t want to live in their childhood home forever, but after being orphaned during the war, Harry figured Draco would want some semblance of his parents around him.

“For you. For us. I was thinking we could be … roommates, or something,” Harry managed to stutter out. Draco doesn’t say anything, so Harry continues, panicking.

“Or I could just, you could live alone? I don’t mean to force my way, I mean, it’s completely up to you. I just wanted to- “

Draco kisses Harry then, moving his hands from Harry’s cheekbones to his jaw to his neck. On Harry’s part, he can’t move much, or even sit up straight, but he kisses back with all the force he possesses. Harry can taste his own blood in Draco’s mouth, and it only pushes him further. 

Maybe they’ve jumped off a cliff they can’t return from, but if so they both jumped too long ago to even regret the choice.

“You bought me a house.” Draco says, as soon as he’s able to separate himself from Harry. 

“I bought you a house.” And they both laugh at the absurdity of it, the certainty and uncertainty baked into the action. 

“Stay with me,” Draco whispers into Harry’s neck, and Harry nods and holds Draco tighter than he’s ever dared to before. 

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honestly i hope you stay around!! we enjoy your fics but a lot of ppl here love your account for the vibes even if not choices/fics related!!!

aww thank you. I’m glad ppl still remember me tbh it seems choices has declined in quality and thus the fandom died with it yk? anyways - i didn’t quite get around to updating my master list last night - but it’ll be updated i genuinely want ppl to be able to reread without scrolling so if it’s not done by tonight at 9 pm AZ time pls send me asks and bully me into it. thanks. :)

[noctilucous-sunni]

thinking about making a masterlist

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Howdy, i’m Ellie and i’m a somewhat obsessive writer. Current hyperfixation is Hazbin Hotel, but i’m open for other things as well. Follow me on my other account @theamazingellie

requests -

open!

rules for requests -

I do write fluff & smut and i’ll decide whether it’s too freaky or not depending on the requests

although i prefer writing dom!reader i suppose, out of kindness of my heart, i will write sub!reader too. I’ll only write sub!reader for female characters.

GUYS please don’t request anything with a dom!male character that is so not my specialty..

BE PATIENT when you send in a request because who knows how busy i’ll be that day.

i’ll usually default to headcanons unless specifically requested to be a drabble or a fic

DO NOT BE AFRAID to request anything oddly specific, if anything, please specify the things you want before you send in the request.

also, the reader will be gn or fem, and afab

fandoms i write for -

hazbin hotel!! (my specialty)

arcane

the hunger games

yellowjackets

scott pilgrim (the anime)

steven universe

rottmnt (depending on the person)

my fav characters to write -

Vox, Lute, Velvette, Lucifer,,, Hazbin Hotel

Stella, Verosika, Beezlebub,,, Helluva Boss

Jinx, Mel, Vi, Caitlin,,, Arcane

Lucy gray, Johanna, Tigris, Snow,,, Hunger Games

That’s all so far!

SIDE NOTE -

If you’re looking for my actually fanfics and scrolling through my endless shitposts, I am happy to inform you a masterlist is ON ITS WAY!!

[blerb-f1]

"The Future" - Sebastian Vettel x reader

The news truly shocked me and compelled me to write this.

Lewis Hamilton is a side character in this.

not proofread i dont have the mental capacity rn

This fic also is kinda part of a series, but it can stand on it's own! For more, view my masterlist.

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“Have you considered it at least?”

A fragmented voice sounding through a tin-like phone speaker asked with a certain pressure behind it. The kind of pressure you’d only hear from people who wanted something. Something important.

Sebastian eyed the phone hesitantly, placing it on the windowsill while holding his watering can. Little droplets sliding down it’s side as he attempted to water his dried pot of basil - traveling was never something that helped in plantkeeping, not when you’d spend half the year in random hotels somewhere in the world.

He did not feel the need to return to the circus known as Formula 1, having enjoyed his time there but entirely content with retirement. Opposed to some of the others, he thought, he knew when to quit. No longer circling the biggest cities on earth but the supermarket parking lot in hopes of finding an empty spot. More importantly, waking up in his own bed for 7/7 days a week was a major joy to him, a feeling he didn’t feel like giving up.

“You know as well as i do, that we need an  experienced driver. George’s good but… He just can’t give us the direction needed.” Toto sounded quite serious at that moment - Lewis deciding to leave must have hurt him badly, considering him approaching Sebastian.

“Also… I just want someone i can trust to be around me”

Looking up in surprise, Seb almost dropped the watering can on the floor. Lewis leaving had REALLY hurt him.

“I’ve been thinking about retiring from F1 now. But they’d probably cancel F1 Academy without me around. Force Susie into Submission. I don’t want that. Fuck no.”

“Toto, I-” Sebastian started speaking, plucking the dead leaves from his pot of basil. “I like life. I love peaceful mornings.”

Silence. The phone speaker didn’t echo out for a few moments. 

“What would you say, if i told you we had a championship winning car?”

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“You really agree to it?” Sebastian asked, Surprise lingering on his voice.

“Of course i do, i’ve seen you thirst for racing while you yourself didn’t. I was with you from the beginning till the end of your career, don’t you think i’d be able to read you by now?” Y/N answered him, their eyebrows pulled together in a mild emotion.

“But there’s a catch.”

“Yes?”

“I’ll be your race engineer. Like i’ve always been”

“Huh?” Seb asked again, this time even more surprised than before. Y/N nodded seriously. “I can’t see you race with another Engineer at your side. It feels wrong.”

The man man pondered for a moment, his brain racking. “You’re right. I’ll talk to Toto.”

A week later, Mercedes made an announcement. For the 2025 season, Bono would be moving to the lead Race Engineer position, not being directly responsible for a single racer. The community was confused, unsure of what was happening. Would they be promoting a rookie racer and engineer to grow their youth? Would they be getting a driver and engineer paring from another team?

Twitter and Reddit Artists were working hard, creating shitpost after shitpost, pundits podcast over podcast as the season progressed, trying to figure out who’d be the next racer.

Meanwhile Sebastian and Y/N were busy in their own ways. Practicing their communication again, the driver getting physically fit and in shape again. Moreso than he had been during his time at Aston Martin. This was going to be serious - no more lazing around. Go hard or go home.

Y/N worked with Bono - the man they used to work against- to get used to the Mercedes way of communication. It was very difficult, more strict compared to the free Red Bull. More lenient compared to the crazy Ferrari. More rule governed, compared to Aston Martin. Peter Bonnington was surprised in his own way, understanding why L/N and Vettel were the scary Duo they had been all this time. They had been a team since 2008, their shared time rivaling his and Lewis. Lewis- that was a mental direction he shouldn’t go to. Mercedes would need to win the championship, no time to waste on stupid thoughts.

As the season progressed and Fans grew mad with their speculation, Mercedes made a post on their instagram. It was a Photo of one of the trees outside their HQ, with a little bee fluttering around it. One single Description. “We love nature”.

Fans went wild with speculation, thinking, planning, shitposting. 

Then one day, two weeks away from the season beginning, the news fell. Two announcement posts in a single day. Y/N L/N heading to Mercedes as Race Engineer, Sebastian Vettel as driver. Mercedes returning back to their silver arrows livery.

The community went wild, the thing they’d never expected had happened.

Lewis meanwhile, was downtrodden. He had expected this move to work out differently. Ferrari clearly designated Charles as Driver 1, not adjusting around him like he’d gotten used to. Their bad race engineering got him into trouble many times. Seeing this news almost broke him. They had replaced him with his friend, who didn’t speak a single word of this? Shame on him.

Shortly after, a Video went online on the Mercedes Account. Sebastian and Y/N were seated among the many championships belonging to Mercedes, clad in white teamgear. Their eyes were determined, telling people they hadn’t arrived to play. As Sebastian took of his hat, people noticed the change. His own cold smile had returned, the one that caused people to call him a smiling assassin. His locks short again, like when he’d won his own championships. Y/N had assimilated, they’re hair bleached and dyed into a silvery colour. 

Fans once again were shocked, they truly hadn’t expected Sebastian to return like this. More akin to the way Schumacher returned but apparently that was not the choice Vettel made - he was here to win, not for the participation trophy.

As the season opener in Australia rolled around, many eyes were glued to the screen. Y/N was sitting on a bicycle along with their driver on his own, passing over the track. Taking in texture, dirt and heat. The media approached them back in the pits, shoving microphones in their face. Y/N just grunted, showing the media a literal middle finger before dipping into the Mercedes pitwall. 

This was the same paring as back in 2011, ready to fight. Qualifying went well, dangerously well. It was as if Seb hadn’t left F1. But not the 2022 Version, the 2012 Version. His defense was ruthless, his attacks even more. He utilised all the skills he had honed over years, even the smallest tricks Michael had once explained to him to gain a faster time. As he crossed over the finish line in first position, Martin Brundle screamed out loud. Nobody had expected this, nobody thought he could win a race again. Toto was jumping in the Mercedes Garage, Y/N jumping along and almost throwing the headset down.

Sebastian on the radio was back to his own, singing, cheering and screaming absolute gibberish. Pulling into Parc Fermé, he was surprised at having the camera and microphone pushed into his face. This new way of doing things was very unusual to him. 

“So Sebastian, tell us how you’re feeling.”

“I feel like i belong” was his simple answer, pushing the camera out of his face as he headed to get weighed. He took a short look at the staircase leading up to the podium. It had been a while since he had last set foot onto them. They were almost scary but he knew, he was secure. A hand placed on his shoulder, one that he had felt there for many years. Y/N was there to get the constructors trophy, truely the only appropriate person today.

The clothing wasn’t the same as in the past, but the energy was. People were cheering, even more were booing. Not wanting another Era of Mercedes Dominance. Booing however, did nothing to deter Sebastian or Y/N. After all, they were the original Red Bull Villains. 

Ignoring the rules, they let the champagne down to the team to enjoy. This was their first victory after a few years as well, they deserved it after sacrificing two seasons to get this car made.

Then, a lone camera man captured an almost painfull view. Lewis Hamilton, clad in the strong Ferrari Red standing aside, looking up to the silver team with sadness and longing in his eyes. This hurt him, it truly did. Tears were welling in his eyes as the camera man moved away tactfully, instead capturing the celebrating couple instead.

The season progressed, a grandslam in all eyes. Win after win - not a single Race lost. As the Final in Bahrain rolled around and Sebastian collected his fifth driver’s championship, he knew he had found a new family and home. Y/N and him were celebrating wildly, the basil on the windowsill long forgotten among the glory and the parties, the heat and the energy.

It was that day, that a man entered a plane back to his new home in Italy. Eying the still not fully unpacked furniture, he settled onto a lightly dusted chair. Had leaving Mercedes truly not been the right decision? Lewis looked at a photobook a fan had gotten him. From winning with McLaren, the years with Nico and Valtteri, Mercedes had truly grown into his home and Family. What had made him leave them then? Was it the thirst for glory? Had he not enjoyed the atmosphere anymore? He felt conflicted. People had told him that Ferrari would break him. He didn’t want to believe them, but they were right. The red team had once again done what it did best. Destroy someone. Lewis looked back on Sebastian’s Face, remembering his defeated expression after the years of fighting with the red team. Of getting recognition for Kimi as well. Of standing up against Charles.

Lewis considered his options, putting his own life on the golden scale. Then, he made a decision. Opening instagram, he made a single post. Cuddling Roscoe, the description was simple, something nostalgic almost. “I hereby announce my retirement from Formula 1”

[agendabymooner]

the multifaceted gf and her pets ! george r. x ofc

summary: george russell is dating arabella ‘ara’ elgin, who had been friends with him (alongside lando norris and alex albon) for years. it turns out, she was everything that the haters thought she wouldn’t be as they believed that she was… not the one for him. (loosely based on this request.)

content warning: use of explicit language, haters gonna hate shake it off, childhood friends to lovers, ‘rich aunt’ george, ofc does it all (memer, photographer, youtuber, etc), fluff, crack fic?, utter nonsense

faceclaim: talia mar (music discography based on adele’s music; inspired by water under the bridge)

note: dreading las vegas gp but it’s okay here’s some of your rich aunt george russell content 🤭 enjoy xx

a - n masterlist

o - z masterlist

i. ara the photographer (and shitposter)

ii. ara the singer (and everyone’s rich aunt)

tagged georgerussell63

liked by landonorris, alex_albon, maxfewtrell

landonorris “being george’s girlfriend is a full time job” yeah well we’ve warned you

barbarella no need to get mouthy about it landinho 🤓

maxfewtrell gonna shake my arse to your new single 🫦 liked by barbarella

riabish max… have shame 🤢 liked by barbarella

barbarella YES BABY SHAKE IT FOR ME 🤤

georgerussell63 don’t encourage the lad, ara

mercedesamgf1 the rich aunt is rich aunt’ing 🤩🍷 liked by barbarella

lewishamilton collab when??? liked by barbarella

barbarella hol’up 😭🙏 i’ve got an album to release first

lewishamilton shoot me a message anytime ara! 🤭

user1 EXCUSE ME?! ARA FEAT. XNDA?!!!

user2 busting a nut brb 🤭🤩

alex_albon she a memer, she a singer she a rockstar liked by barbarella

barbarella 😚😚 no wonder why ur my fave rookie

user3 rich aunt is crying rn 🤧

georgerussell63 proud of you for setting your haters straight i guess. liked by barbarella

barbarella don’t be sad georgieeee you know that i love youuuu 🥰🥰

georgerussell63 👍

landonorris wowowow you sure you wanna keep dating this man, ara?

barbarella yeah he’s just in the corner sulking rn. i’d leave him be if i were you

georgerussell63 STOP TELLING PEOPLE IM IN A CORNER SULKING ☹️

alex_albon i would imagine you are sulking right now george

georgerussell63 i’m not. stop listening to her.

user4 i love this banter with ara and her pet dogs. like that’s so cute!

user5 her pet dogs— BABES THATS HER BF AND BEST FRIENDS 😭😭

[burned-out-match]

masterlist??

MHA!!

shiggy being in love

dabi and shigaraki’s ideal types lol

hawks, shiggy with a short s/o

hawks, shiggy, aizawa with an insecure s/o

hawk’s and aizawa’s ideal types

domestic! hawks

hawks mating for life??

aizawa and hawks as dads!

shiggy with a mentally ill s/o

if shigaraki had a different childhood...

shigaraki redemption arc?

endeavor thoughts

bakugou, shiggy, shoto being jealous

shiggy, aizawa, hawks with a flirtatious s/o

bakugou and todoroki hearing you gush over them

toga, shinsou, tamaki with an s/o who has a shrinking quirk

shinsou, bakugou, kiri with an s/o who snaps

hawks with an oblivious s/o

kiri, bakugou, izuku with a chubby s/o!!

shinsou, ms. joke, toga with a stuttering s/o

bakugou with a pregnant partner

shinsou, aizawa, monoma with an avid reader! s/o

toga, shinsou, denki with an s/o with glasses

momo and ochako with an s/o with an opposite quirk

aizawa meeting a motherly s/o

bakugou, kiri, shoto with a twin sister

hawks after an argument and breakup

present mic, aizawa, midnight with an s/o with long hair

dabi, shinsou, miruko with an s/o who loves the rain

shinsou, denki, tamaki genderbent

shinsou, bakugou, tsu with a mega quirk s/o

toga, bakugou, dabi when u fart

shigaraki, bakugou, shoto when you ask for a kith

shinsou with a lying s/o

hawks, aizawa, shinsou with a writer s/o

tsu, shinsou, uraraka holding hands

tsu on a swimming date

mina and jirou with a singer

kiri, iida, all might as boyfrens

hawks in a relationship

hawks with an owl quirk s/o

bubble tea date with denki, shinsou, mina

hawks, bakugou, dabi when their s/o opens up

monoma with a pained s/o

shinsou, monoma, kuroiro with a shadow quirk s/o

all might fluff

midnight and mic with a villain s/o

bakugou, denki, shinsou when their s/o visits from the future

more hawks relationship fluff

hawks breakup angst

shigaraki and hawks with a singer

aizawa, shinsou, jirou with a cat-quirk s/o

kinoko komori appreciation

momo, izuku, neijire with an s/o who possesses people

shigaraki and his gamer

aizawa, izuku, bakugou with a quirkless s/o

shiggy x reader fluff fic

random class 1a hcs

bakugou angst, tw:abuse

HxH!!

kurapika with a short s/o

can illumi love??

yandere illumi

can hisoka love??

kurapika and leorio as boyfrens

leorio, hisoka, kurapika with a tall s/o

kite, illumi, chrollo with a pregnant s/o

hisoka’s type

hisoka hcs

illumi brainrot

Genshin Impact!!

childe x reader sample fic??

HSR!!

thoughts about sampo

hsr shitpost number 1

hsr shitpost number 2

hsr shitpost number 3

hsr shitpost number 4

[temis-de-leon]

Solomon x gn!reader in trad goth attire

Characters: Solomon, reader

Masterlist

Anon request: Hey again! ☆ can i request Solomon reacting to !gn reader dressing in traditional goth wardrobe for the first time?

Prompt can be changed to you liking and whether it's in the form of a fic, headcanons or shitpost is up to you ♡☆

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A/N: I based MC's clothes and makeup on 80's trad goth fashion. MC is a lil' black sheep and Solomon (and me) are simping for them. This is set at the start of season 2 in the OG game. Hope you enjoy it!

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Solomon didn’t really think about the way you looked. He’d seen Asmo make infinite assumptions about your appearance and he had to admit he put some input from time to time, but he didn’t really mind. He was content talking to and seeing your adorable miniature bovine body, black wool and all.

And it was that, the wool, what they should’ve taken into consideration when wondering about the real version of you.

There he stood, mere feet away from you, gawking as you talked on the phone; one of the brothers, perhaps? Your figure seemed impossibly tall, clashing against the crowd on your black attire: long leather coat almost touching the floor, a concoction of lace and velvet on your upper body and fishnets making your legs even lengthier.

He couldn’t stop staring; not even when the people around him looked at him in reprimand, surely taking him as a creep.

Then you blocked the phone and his plans of reinserting himself into your life as his usual mysterious self were forgotten. Rushing towards you, still transfixed by what he was seeing, Solomon called your name.

“Over here, MC!”

“Solomon?!”

He relished in your dumbfounded expression, giving himself the freedom to study you from up-close. Your face was as white as a sheet of paper and your eyes were framed by a complicated design of thick black lines. The hair on your head vaguely reminded him of the wool you had as a sheep, wild with no sense of direction, and he couldn’t help but smile at the comparison.

“You’re staring an awful lot and saying little to nothing”

Solomon chuckled, not embarrassed at all, and you smiled. The colour of your lips matched the makeup surrounding your gaze.

“I’m merely admiring you, MC. I never expected you to have this fashion style”

“And? Does my fashion style live to your expectations?”

He checked your lips again and didn’t bother to hide his interest when you bit your bottom one. Its contrast against the white of your teeth and the rest of your face didn’t let him stop staring.

Obsessing.

“I’d say it does more than that”

There was silence for a few seconds, other humans around you going through their lives without knowing what was happening between you two. Did you even know?

You finally laughed and lightly punched his arm, breaking the trance and leaving a certain tension behind. Solomon smiled in return and chose to leave the topic, at least for the time being.

“What are you doing here? It’s been so long!”

He sighed in a dramatic flair.

“Well, you know me… I’ve been occupied”

“And you show up now because…?”

You raised your eyebrows, making him laugh. He couldn’t distract you even if he tried, probably because he himself was distracted.

Your lips were so black.

“I was thinking…”

“You think too much”

“I was thinking. How do you feel about a brief visit to the Devildom?”

He enjoyed your immediate interest, back straightening as you got close to him in delight.

“What do you mean?”

“Surely you miss the brothers, right? And of course they miss you too, so, wouldn’t a quick trip be worth our while?

The mistrust in your eyes was quickly overpowered by your eagerness, the crosses in your earrings and your necklaces calling for his attention when they clanged like a wind chime.

“Perhaps you want to take those off”

“Oh, yeah”

Fingernails were black too, but your jewellery was entirely made of silver and stones, big and small, carefully placed in all your digits, your wrists and everything that allowed to wear something.

It became hypnotizing and he couldn’t avoid blushing in embarrassment when you finally snapped your fingers in his face while laughing in amusement.

Solomon couldn’t help but redirect his vision to your lips one last time.

How would he look with black lipstick?

Care to stick with him a little longer, MC?

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[hellfirenacht]

Writing Masterlist

Master list for my writing and request information below

Request Info

Isekai Chronicles: OPEN (see rules)

WON'T write: shy!reader, popular!reader, cheerleader!reader breeding kink, parent!Eddie or parent!reader, pregnancy

WILL write: Eddie Munson x Reader, smut, fluff, angst

***Requests are subject to approval and aren't guaranteed.

Stranger Things (Eddie/Reader)

SERIES

Isekai Chronicles: Through no powers of your own, you end up in Hawkins 1985, in a tv show that you once saw on Netflix.

Wing Man: (AO3) Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington is your best friend, and is constantly striking out. Sick of this, you two make a deal; you’ll wing man for each other. Hooking Steve up with dates is easy, but he finds himself struggling to find you a date. At least, until Dustin starts talking about his new cool friend Eddie. (1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8)

Dress Code: (AO3) It’s too damn hot to be wearing your Hellfire Club shirt, unfortunately the rest of the club disagrees. One Shot. Reader x Eddie if you squint (Part 2)

Upside Down to Inside Out: (AO3) It has been four months since anyone has heard from Eddie 'The Freak' Munson. After the Events of the Upside Down, he skips town, leaving you to reflect on the fallout and how your relationship changed during the battle for Hawkins. (1 2)

C'More, It's Just One Night: (AO3) (Two-Shot) After getting a fake love note in your locker, you ask Eddie to help you mess up some bullies plans.

ONE SHOTS

Clean: (AO3) After the battle in the Upside Down, you and Eddie try and get clean. SMUT

Candygram: (AO3) It's Valentine's Day and you shoot your shot with Eddie by sending him a candygram.

Water Balloons: (AO3) You and Eddie agree that you aren't interested in having kids.

Meet Me At 4:20: (AO3) It’s hard to be the new kid in a small town during senior year, and there’s only one person you actually want to be friends with. So you do the only logical thing, and set up a drug deal.

MISC. HCs

Corroded Coffin Friendship Bracelets Trend HCs

Being in Hellfire Club HCs

HIATUS

Players Wanted Master List: A series of one-shots about various Readers asking to join Hellfire Club (HIATUS)

Plus One: (AO3) (HIATUS) Once upon a time, you made a deal with the school freak that if he ever got famous then he'd invite you to be his plus one at a red carpet event. Now a decade later an invite shows up at your house asking you to be the +1 to Eddie Munson, front man of Corroded Coffin. (1 2 HIATUS)

Sally Face (Sal Fisher/Reader)

Can't Be Unseen: (AO3) Flirting is fun, but flirting with Sal Fisher is the most fun of all.

Beetlejuice The Musical (Beetlejuice/Reader)

The Convention Fic: You were a mod for one of the biggest YouTube gamer, Beetlejuice. Now you’re finally going to meet him in person. Shitpost AU got Wild (Discontinued)

[the-real-milo]

Truce

Chapter 3! 

Recap: Draco and Harry were smoochin (aka made out on the floor of the Herbology tent) when Draco ran out of the tent :o 

Current Summary: Quidditch confrontations, what happens when the boys are finally alone on said quidditch field, etc!

Category: slightly NSFW  

read the rest on ao3!

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I was back at the Gryffindor dorm rooms, Malfoy’s robe tucked under my arm, hopefully hidden from view. I don’t want anyone that sees me to get the wrong idea.

But what is the right idea? After I had hidden Malfoy’s robe in my drawer, I pulled the curtains around my bed closed, charmed them to stay put, and cast a quick Silencio. 

Tonight, I’d kissed Draco Malfoy. And really, really enjoyed it.

Then, in as much privacy as I could get, I finally let out a giggle/ shriek.

Just one, though. 

I wouldn’t obsess over it. I won’t. I mean, though the old Slytherin families torment themselves with blood lineage and traditional family values, the younger scaly cohorts definitely do not feel the same. Most people know that Malfoy and Zabini have been friends with benefits for months now, and it’s been rumored that Pansy joins in sometimes as well. That’s all fine and well with me; frankly, it’s just evidence that our kiss was more platonic than romantic. 

Technically, most of my kisses have been platonic, Cho and Ginny being the only ones to make the list. And, because I’m gay, I’m going to strike them from the record. During my third year at Hogwarts, once I’d had my Wizard Bar Mitzvah, reporters deemed me ready to be interrogated and flew upon me like vultures. One awful interview with Rita Skeeter later and the wizarding world knew that their “Chosen One Chooses to Scaf Some Chaps” (actual, front page title). For years, I received hate mail, love mail, and hallway winks from Seamus Finnigan. All of it was naught to me - though I could tell I theoretically liked boys, I hadn’t wanted to kiss any that had known me as The Chosen One before just knowing me as Harry. 

But I had definitely just kissed Malfoy. On the floor of the herbology tent. With my tongue. 

And it was electric. 

Apparently not for Malfoy, though. He’d run out just as I was getting started. I could imagine it so clearly in my mind, what would have happened if he had just stayed to figure out what we were doing. I could visualize the smooth part of his neck under his ear, bone white but covered in purple splotches that I could have given him. 

My hand strayed past my trousers, and I felt the hard-on that just thinking about Malfoy had given me. 

I could see him, Malfoy, his shirt half undone and tie askew, when I’ve never seen him with so much as a stray thread.

My hand moved up and down, and I imagined Malfoy’s hand over mine, pressing harder into flesh and urging me to go faster. 

But he had left. And I couldn’t figure out wh - Oh. Sweet Salazar, we made out in the same tent as a Professor. I immediately scrambled up and wiped my sweaty hands over my duvet.

I hadn’t even realized that Professor Sprout was still in the herbology tent with us. Malfoy must think I’m an exhibitionist, or worse, that I’m willing to drag unwilling participants into my sexual fantasies. I have to apologize to him - tomorrow, before the Gryffindor-Slytherin quidditch match. Which is at 7:00 am, twelve hours from now. I resolve to stop thinking about Malfoy, and our kiss, and anything else besides sleep.

Turns out my resolve is shit, because I don’t sleep a wink. 

At 6:00 am, I make my way to the Slytherin locker rooms, my gear and Malfoy’s robe hidden in my quidditch bag. The Slytherin team has first warm-ups on the field today, and so most of them are already out on the field. Malfoy is still in the locker room, like I’d known he’d be. The team Seeker runs relatively less plays than the other members of the team, so he usually spends the extra time oiling his broom to shining perfection. 

When you spend all your time making sure someone can’t blindsight you with an attack, you end up knowing all the intimate details of their routine. 

Malfoy is surrounded by Crabbe, Goyle, and Zabini, even though they’re not on the team and aren’t allowed in the locker room. I freeze at the door, immediately deciding that this is a terrible idea and that I can just give him the robe after the game, but Malfoy notices me and beckons me in with a nod. 

I duck my head a bit shyly, and scuttle inside, door closing with an uncomfortable bang!. I quickly take the robe out and hand it over to Malfoy, who doesn’t say anything but raises his eyebrows amusedly. Zabini takes this in with a gleam of mischief in his eyes, and pats Malfoy on the back hard enough to move him slightly forward on the bench. 

“Malfoy, you sly dog! Good work on shagging the Chosen One!” Malfoy rolls his eyes, but says nothing to correct Zabini.

“What?” I stammer out, “It’s not like that, I mean,” I don’t know what I’m trying to say. Do I explain that we just kissed, or lie and say nothing happened? I can’t tell which is closer to the truth. 

I don’t get a chance to choose, because Malfoy’s mood immediately darkens.

“Embarrassed, Potter? Don’t want to be seen with a Deatheater?” he says, eyes narrowed into unforgiving slits.”

“What?” I say again, stupidly. I have no clue what Malfoy is getting at. I stand there for a second before mumbling a good game! and rushing out of the Slytherin locker room. 

I meet up with the rest of my team in my own locker room, where Ron gives me a quizzical look that I brush off with a shake of my head. Warm-ups whizz by, mostly because I’m barely paying attention. I thought Malfoy and I were done being everyone’s poster boys for good v. evil, but it seems like he’s too used to playing the part. Maybe it is too hard for us to be friends, after all. 

Before I know what’s happening, Madame Hooch is blowing the whistle and the balls are up in the air. I manage to catch a glimpse of gold near the Slytherin nets, and kick off in that direction. Malfoy noticed the same thing that I did, and races me to the Snitch with a focused look on his face.  He’s on my left, inches away from me, and has his hand out to stop me from getting ahead. He careens into me, in a way that matches the curve of the area as to seem accidental, but I can tell he’s in the mood for violence. I jerk my elbow out to stop him from pushing me, but he grabs my arm and pulls me in so that I’m almost laying across his broom. With my other hand, I tilt the end of his broom up and Malfoy into an uncontrollable nosedive, which forces him to let go of my arm.

If he wants to play dirty, then so can I.

Malfoy looks utterly furious now, an expression that’s surely mirrored on my own face. I can’t believe he would go back to fighting just after we had decided not to. One misunderstanding and we resort to pettiness on the quidditch field? Well, if Malfoy can be petty, I can be pettier. Pettiest, in fact.

Instead of focusing on the Snitch, I just search for Malfoy on the field, who is currently flying towards the Hufflepuff stands. I fly in a parabolic arc towards him, making sure I’m coming up at him from the bottom. I plow into Malfoy, which makes him turn into a tailspin towards the ground. Smugly, I then decide to look for the Snitch, which is right in front of my nose, as it happens. I grab it, surprised that it came to me that easily, but from across the field I hear Oliver Wood shout, “FUCK!”, which isn’t in itself unusual but it’s definitely not the reaction I expected for us winning the game. 

The Gryffindor stands cheer briefly, but then the Slytherin stands start going wild. I looked at the scoreboard for the first time all game and realized what had happened: the Slytherins were up by over a 150-point margin, so catching the Snitch had made us lose the game. I flew down to the ground, where the Slytherin team was celebrating, and the Gryffindor team looked like they all wanted to lob a Bludger at me.  

I didn’t want to face them, so I flew immediately to the Slytherin team to start the post-game handshakes. When I got to Malfoy, I found myself relieved that I hadn’t visibly bruised him. He was the only one on his team who scowled at me - the rest of them gave me wide grins and enough pounds on the back to surely leave me with something. I smiled at them weakly, ready to go hide in the locker room, when Malfoy pulled me to the side.

“What was that all about? And, don’t say, ‘What?’, you know exactly what I’m talking about!” he had to yell over the noise of the stands, but he sounded more hurt than upset.

“Hey, you started it!” I yelled back, matching his energy.

“I was playing the game, Potter,” he seethed, “You just attacked me! What, to embarrass me in front of my friends wasn’t enough, you have to brutalize me as well?” 

The stands were slowly emptying, and the teams had gone back to their respective locker rooms. By the end of Malfoy’s sentence, he didn’t have to yell anymore, but had packed his rage into tight enunciation and pointed words.

“Embarrass you? Zabini was the one who was saying we -” For some reason I couldn’t say the word ‘shag’ out loud in this context. “I was just setting the record straight!”

“Zabini already knew that we kissed, Potter! He was just poking fun!” Malfoy rolled his eyes at me in a way that said I could so strangle you right now. However, I was more confused than ever. This was apparently obvious on my face, because Malfoy followed that with, “Didn’t you tell Ron that we kissed?” I stood silent for a second before Malfoy muttered out, “Of course you didn’t.”

“Hey!” I said, louder than it needed to be. I took a step closer to Malfoy and tried again.

“Hey, you know it’s not like that. I didn’t tell Ron because, frankly, I didn’t know what to tell him. You ran out on me! How do I explain that without sounding like I forced myself on you! Which,” I took my first breath in what felt like forever, “I didn’t, right?” The last part came out more pleadingly than I had wanted it to, but thankfully the anger in Malfoy’s eyes had faded to understanding. 

“No, Potter,” he said quietly, “You didn’t force anything.”

The brooms had dropped from our hands some time ago, and now we were both facing each other directly, both breathing heavily.

“And, for the record,” he continued, “I thought we could continue what we were doing  somewhere without a sleeping Professor in the room. I waited outside the tent for you, but you stayed inside, so I just went back to my dorm.”

The realization that this had been a ridiculous misunderstanding dawned on both of us at the same time, just as it dawned that we had been inching closer and were now so close I could feel the heat from his breath. 

“You know, I don’t see any Professors around,” I joked, and this time Malfoy doesn’t roll his eyes. He does something much, much better - he shoves me up against the wall of the quidditch stadium and presses his lips against mine. 

I’m lost almost immediately, lost and found and turned whole again for the first time since last night. I nip fervently at Draco’s mouth, who presses himself closer to me so that we’re hip to hip. Without thinking, which is how I do most things if I’m honest, I move Malfoy’s leg so that it’s around my waist. 

A fleeting thought of ‘Yup, I’m definitely gay’ runs through my mind, though it quickly goes blank when Malfoy moves his mouth away from mine to the skin where my jaw meets my neck. This time, I’m the one who’s moaning as Malfoy bruises me in the best way possible, and I bare my neck to give him easier access, which he gladly accepts. He kisses down my neck in a scattered line, and each spot he touches becomes my new favorite. I can’t keep my hands from moving along his back, his waist, and soon I lift his other leg off the ground and wrap it around my waist so that I have an excuse to hold him. I spin us around so that he’s the one pressed against the wall, and before I go back to kissing him, Malfoy reveals the most beautiful, genuine smile I’ve ever seen on him. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this way before, so out of his perfect control and just happy. The thought dizzens me, and I have to readjust my hold on Malfoy’s thighs and ass, which elicits a high yelp from Malfoy. I outwardly chuckle at this, and Malfoy hits my shoulder jokingly. 

We’re both breathing harder than ever, and between gasps of air, Malfoy pants, “There’s a party. For - for Slytherin. The game. If you wanna come,”

“I mean, I’m practically a part of the team at this point, I scored your winning goal.” I chuckle, and Malfoy joins in.

“What was with that, by the way?” He asks, but I just shrug and say, “I was focused on - other things, I guess.” I look into his eyes when I say this, and his red cheeks go a shade darker than before. He hops out of my loosened hold on him, picks up his fallen broom, and starts sprinting back across the field. 

“Ready, Potter?” he calls, somehow already halfway across the field.

“Always!” I shout back, this time rolling my eyes at him, and then jog after him, heart beating much louder than it should.

[greenandsorrow]

Welcome traveler! I hope you'll enjoy your stay!

About me->

My name is Ophelia (she/her) and I'm from Greece. I'm a young adult that had always wanted to write her own fanfics. This is a multifandom blog, with quite the variety I would say.

I study English literature. I love David Bowie, Hozier, Florence, Lana, Taylor, Studio Ghibli and all things whimsical! I'm a reader and I write my own poetry. I have a sweet tooth and a big love for coffee. I also make jewellery from polymer clay.

I want to give you all serotonin (and/or emotional damage) through my fics.

I have ADHD and really struggled through high school as the educational system isn't friendly to people whose brains work differently. Still, I'm so happy, proud and grateful I made it into my dream university!

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separate Hazbin Hotel masterlist; just for you

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Samwise Gamgee & Rose Cotton meeting for the first time/ sfw (*)

The Hazbin gang with a gn!deaf!reader/ sfw (*) *soon

Ken x salon!Barbie/ sfw (*)

Pedro Pascal x photographer!fem!reader/ smut (*)

The late bloomer - Angel Dust x gn!virgin!reader/ smut (*)

Boytoy (Ken x fem!human!reader/ smut)

After dark (Officer K x fem!human!reader/ nsfw)

The fox (Alastor x fem!winner!reader/ platonic)

The price for misbehaving

(Alastor x gn!sinner!reader/ nsfw)

in the rut (i) post rut (ii) *soon

I can fix him (*) (William Afton x fem!reader/ nsfw)

What once was (The Secret History x fem!oc/ nsfw)

Introduction Spotify playlist Masterpost

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BSD Masterlist (WIP)

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Bram Stoker:

Bram fucking you and crying

Pounding into him

Fukuzawa Yukichi:

Fucking him in his office

Dazai Osamu:

Overstimming dazai

Dazai riding your thigh

Dazai thinking he’s done something bad (short Drabble)

Dazai and Fyodor sucking on your tits (feat. Fyodor)

Biting dazai’s dick

Mushitarou Oguri:

Mushitarou cumming on your face

Making mushitarou choke you and creating ptsd flashbacks for him

Ango Sakaguchi:

Him using his ability on ur dildo

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko:

Having his vamp/demon lover feeding on him

Fyodor Dostoyevsky:

Making virgin fyodor cum for the first time in his life

Making fyodor squeal

Torturing fyodor in a threesome with Mykola (feat. Mykola)

Dazai and fyodor sucking your tits (feat. Dazai)

Forcing fyodor to watch as you fuck ivan

How much can fyodor take?

Fyodor and cock slapping

Sigma

Fucking him tenderly

Ivan Goncharov:

Ivan with a mommy kink

Mori Ougai:

Fucking him in front of all the execs

Threesome with him and Fukuzawa (feat. Fukuzawa)

Toxic reader with Desperate mori

Aphrodisiacs

Whipping him

Facefuck

Arthur Rimbaud :

Teasing him with ice cubes

Bunny suit

Paul Verlaine:

Giving him a titjob

Emotional support shmex

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